Little Boy Blue, Don’t Blow Your Horn
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Little Boy Blue, don’t blow your horn.
Our eardrums are frazzled, our patience is worn.
We may go completely bananas today
if you don’t take lessons and learn how to play.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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